"Hmm? Why is there another one? Stinking rat, keep that stench to yourself. Disgusting."
The C-Rank God Kamaitachi stared with some displeasure at the humanoid rat before him, who wore a dark green raincoat and looked as though he had just crawled out of a sewer.
Plague Rat, likewise a C-Rank God, let out a treacherous laugh. Ever since his arrival, an indescribable odor had permeated the space that had brought the two of them here.
Some of the weaker, low-level Performers were affected by the smell, and nauseating dark green spots of varying sizes appeared on their bodies.
"Oh, I was wondering who it was. Isn't this my little brother Kamaitachi? Let me see, 82? How weak."
Kamaitachi pointed his sharp claws straight at Plague Rat, his scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Stinking rat, you're only 61 yourself. You're not that much higher than me. Do you really think you can beat me for sure? If I killed you right now, what could you do about it? Huh?!"
Kamaitachi and the rat, these two monsters who called themselves gods, faced each other with daggers drawn.
The kamaitachi and giant rats continuously emerging from the black liquid were also on the verge of violence. A single spark would send them straight into battle here.
Joachim and this world's Dragon Beast exchanged glances. The former hesitated briefly and tried to step forward to mediate, but he could not advance an inch under the gods' pressure.
Even the powerful Dragon Beast was no exception.
C-Rank Gods were not powerful.
But with their true bodies able to descend, they were still not beings the people of a level 9 world could resist at will.
And just as the two sides were about to fight.
A ripple passed through the black liquid.
Under